@MomoFali feel better... in reply to MomoFali 8 hrs ago

Archive for February, 2008

The #1 Diet Plan IN THE WORLD

Wednesday, February 27th, 2008

It’s official – as of this morning, I am down to pre-pregnancy weight.  I would prefer to be another 2.5 pounds lighter than that, but I’ll take this for now.  Nothing like a good dose of the flu to dwindle your weight down to nothing!  Even the Tech Guru looks lighter, and although the scale says he’s the same weight, it must have been redistributed or something. Yesterday, when he put on a suit for the first time since last Wednesday, I swear it looked like it had been made for someone else.  He wants to lose another 15 pounds – maybe he should get sick again.

I have to tell you, as happy as I am that I can now squeeze my ass into the Joe’s Jeans that I bought JUST when I got pregnant and realized I would not be wearing them for over a year, it is still not as wonderful as it should be.

For one, I took a good look at my legs this morning and yes, they are skinnier and smaller.  But they’re still in dire need of toning.  This is what so many people fail to realize – it’s not just about weight.  It’s about muscle tone and physical health.  There are women who are heavier and bigger than I am and I guarantee you that they are healthier and more energetic. I have lost virtually all the tone I had in my legs – all.  My arms aren’t so bad -  arms usually take a lot less time and effort to tone up and lifting Pudding around in his damn carseat seems to be doing the trick for now.  But the legs really need some work.

The other thing is, okay, I lost the weight – but I still have no energy.  And I know that has nothing to do with weight and everything to do with having two kids, one with crackhead amounts of energy and the other one a growing babe who is about to be mobile any minute now, a thought which frightens me to no end.  I can barely keep up with one; I don’t know what’s going to happen when Pudding hits the ground running.  I’m thinking maybe I’ll just give them each a Nextel handset and tell them to buzz me if there’s a problem while I retreat to the couch.

Seriously, though, I realize as I get older that I don’t just want to look good, I want to feel good.  I want to Be Healthy. The truth is, at my current weight I feel like a Nella Larsen protagonist – I’m passing.  I look fit (in clothes), but I’m really not at optimum health, and I know it and I feel it.  I need to hit the gym.  I need to get my heart rate up, my muscle tone up, I need to work on my abs.  And I don’t need to work on my abs so I can walk around this summer sporting a six-pack; I need to work on my abs because having strong abdominal muscles will go a long way towards alleviating my lower back pain, and will help me when I lovingly lift my growing children.

I know these things.  So I need to get with the effing program already.

Didn’t I say this a while ago?

That’s the good thing about putting this out there for the world to see.  People can call you out when you’re flaking out.  Feel free to chime in – I will not get mad.  A good swift kick in the (not-so-firm) ass is just what I need, folks.

Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments »

Coughing and Sniffing and Sneezing, Oh My!

Monday, February 25th, 2008

We have all been sick.

ALL of us.

First Punksin was sick. As you may recall, though, it was a light cough here, a runny nose there, and she was pretty much done.

Her father, her brother and I, on the other hand, have not fared so well.

Pudding has sneezed out such copious amounts of green and yellow muck that it has been a marvel to see. At one point he sneezed and then he looked at me, and I swear he looked as though he had suddenly grown dripping fangs out of his nose. The stuff was dangling beyond his chin. And it was THICK.

And he gets really annoyed when we try to wipe his face. The minute he sees the tissue coming he swings his face away, which often results in gobs of mucus either flying in all directions, or being wiped directly onto my shirt.

Punksin had a few nights of coughing and during those nights she wasn’t sleeping too well so she asked the Tech Guru to come and sleep with her, which he kindly did. On most of those nights, she proceeded to cough right into his face. So really, it was no wonder that he got sick too. But given that he gets sick very very rarely, we were a bit surprised. And he has not been handling it well at all.

Aches.

Chills.

Even vomiting!

I have had the aches and the chills, but not, I think, as strongly as he has. Or maybe I’m not being such a wuss about it? I don’t know. We all know that men can’t handle sickness (you do know this, right?), and I think when The Tech Guru does get sick, he actually gets bewildered.

What has been hard is the complete inability to really relax and rest. We’re both sick, we both need rest, and our daughter is Miss High Energy. We have tried explaining to her that Mommy and Daddy are sick as hell and can’t really function right now, but she is not getting it at all. And although it occurred to me that I should line up a playdate for her, I realized that I’d be sending her out with germs and that wouldn’t really be nice to any of her friends’ households. I wouldn’t want anyone to be down for the count the way we are right now.

I’m hoping that we’re coming out on the other side of whatever this is, although we still both feel like crap warmed over. Since Friday, really, we’ve been out of commission, and it’s getting to be a bit tiresome. The puffy eyes, the stuffed-up nose, the scratchy throat.

I must say, though, the hoarse voice thing has been a little sexy on The Tech Guru.

Too bad neither of us has enough energy to capitalize on it.

Tags: , , ,
Posted in The Bod, The Fam | No Comments »

Happy Birthday Punksin!

Wednesday, February 20th, 2008

Today is the Punksin’s birthday.  I have to tell you, it all feels rather anti-climactic to me, given the whole blowout weekend we just had.  I’m exhausted.

And I rebelled against sending her in with cake or cupcakes or cookies or anything this morning.  I mean, come on.  We just invited all these little twerps to her party on Sunday and now we have to recreate the festivities in the school building? No.  If she’d had a family-only party or just a few friends, I could see.  But every single one of those kids was invited, most of them showed up, and I’m done with them, okay?  Now, today, on the anniversary of the momentous day itself, she will celebrate at home with us, get some more unnecessary presents in a low-key environment, and that should be enough.

I almost caved.  I almost ran and bought cookies this morning for her to take in.  But I stuck to my guns.  This whole birthday madness has gotten way out of control and is so indicative of the fawning parenting that goes on these days.  Growing up, I had one party.  I could have had two, but when I turned 4 my mom bought me a cake and asked me if I wanted to take it to school or have it at home.  Of course my first thought was take it to school but then it occurred to me that my mother would be home all by herself not celebrating and that made me sad.  So we ate it at home.

I have never regretted that.

My next party was a surprise party when I turned 11.  For some reason that I cannot really put into words to this day, the whole thing made me very sad and I went into a back room and cried.  My family couldn’t understand why I was so down but to their credit, they let it be what it was.

That was it for parties, folks, until I threw myself one in college when I turned 21.  Needless to say, there was lots of alcohol.

Now, I don’t want to inflict unnecessary hardship on my child.  But she already has the diva complex – you should have seen her running around at her party, telling people “Okay, it’s time to sing happy birthday to me now!”

I was mortified. 

I celebrate my daughter because growing up, my mother went in the completely opposite direction, never sharing my accomplishments, even with our family.  Some of it I get now, as an adult - some of it, I realize, was to teach me not to be boastful.  Some of it was because excellence was expected of me so the attitude was why make a big to-do out of what should be normal?  And some of it was because even in our own family, there were those who would try to tear you down.  Because they weren’t doing better, they would scorn your attempts to be successful.  And the best way to prevent that was just not to let them know what the hell you were doing in the first place.

I get all of that now.  But still, I sometimes feel that, even if she hadn’t boasted about me to other people, my mom could have told me that she was proud of me, given my own self-confidence a boost.

So I try to do that with Punksin.  To let her know that I am proud of her, that I love her, that I’m happy when she’s doing well in school and being her bright irrepressible self.  She is truly a gem and I always want her to know that and I want her to believe it too.

Happy birthday to the best little girl in the world.

Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »

Next Page »

It’s official – as of this morning, I am down to pre-pregnancy weight.  I would prefer to be another 2.5 pounds lighter than that, but I’ll take this for now.  Nothing like a good dose of the flu to dwindle your weight down to nothing!  Even the Tech Guru looks lighter, and although the scale says he’s the same weight, it must have been redistributed or something. Yesterday, when he put on a suit for the first time since last Wednesday, I swear it looked like it had been made for someone else.  He wants to lose another 15 pounds – maybe he should get sick again.

I have to tell you, as happy as I am that I can now squeeze my ass into the Joe’s Jeans that I bought JUST when I got pregnant and realized I would not be wearing them for over a year, it is still not as wonderful as it should be.

For one, I took a good look at my legs this morning and yes, they are skinnier and smaller.  But they’re still in dire need of toning.  This is what so many people fail to realize – it’s not just about weight.  It’s about muscle tone and physical health.  There are women who are heavier and bigger than I am and I guarantee you that they are healthier and more energetic. I have lost virtually all the tone I had in my legs – all.  My arms aren’t so bad -  arms usually take a lot less time and effort to tone up and lifting Pudding around in his damn carseat seems to be doing the trick for now.  But the legs really need some work.

The other thing is, okay, I lost the weight – but I still have no energy.  And I know that has nothing to do with weight and everything to do with having two kids, one with crackhead amounts of energy and the other one a growing babe who is about to be mobile any minute now, a thought which frightens me to no end.  I can barely keep up with one; I don’t know what’s going to happen when Pudding hits the ground running.  I’m thinking maybe I’ll just give them each a Nextel handset and tell them to buzz me if there’s a problem while I retreat to the couch.

Seriously, though, I realize as I get older that I don’t just want to look good, I want to feel good.  I want to Be Healthy. The truth is, at my current weight I feel like a Nella Larsen protagonist – I’m passing.  I look fit (in clothes), but I’m really not at optimum health, and I know it and I feel it.  I need to hit the gym.  I need to get my heart rate up, my muscle tone up, I need to work on my abs.  And I don’t need to work on my abs so I can walk around this summer sporting a six-pack; I need to work on my abs because having strong abdominal muscles will go a long way towards alleviating my lower back pain, and will help me when I lovingly lift my growing children.

I know these things.  So I need to get with the effing program already.

Didn’t I say this a while ago?

That’s the good thing about putting this out there for the world to see.  People can call you out when you’re flaking out.  Feel free to chime in – I will not get mad.  A good swift kick in the (not-so-firm) ass is just what I need, folks.

Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments »

Coughing and Sniffing and Sneezing, Oh My!

February 25th, 2008

We have all been sick.

ALL of us.

First Punksin was sick. As you may recall, though, it was a light cough here, a runny nose there, and she was pretty much done.

Her father, her brother and I, on the other hand, have not fared so well.

Pudding has sneezed out such copious amounts of green and yellow muck that it has been a marvel to see. At one point he sneezed and then he looked at me, and I swear he looked as though he had suddenly grown dripping fangs out of his nose. The stuff was dangling beyond his chin. And it was THICK.

And he gets really annoyed when we try to wipe his face. The minute he sees the tissue coming he swings his face away, which often results in gobs of mucus either flying in all directions, or being wiped directly onto my shirt.

Punksin had a few nights of coughing and during those nights she wasn’t sleeping too well so she asked the Tech Guru to come and sleep with her, which he kindly did. On most of those nights, she proceeded to cough right into his face. So really, it was no wonder that he got sick too. But given that he gets sick very very rarely, we were a bit surprised. And he has not been handling it well at all.

Aches.

Chills.

Even vomiting!

I have had the aches and the chills, but not, I think, as strongly as he has. Or maybe I’m not being such a wuss about it? I don’t know. We all know that men can’t handle sickness (you do know this, right?), and I think when The Tech Guru does get sick, he actually gets bewildered.

What has been hard is the complete inability to really relax and rest. We’re both sick, we both need rest, and our daughter is Miss High Energy. We have tried explaining to her that Mommy and Daddy are sick as hell and can’t really function right now, but she is not getting it at all. And although it occurred to me that I should line up a playdate for her, I realized that I’d be sending her out with germs and that wouldn’t really be nice to any of her friends’ households. I wouldn’t want anyone to be down for the count the way we are right now.

I’m hoping that we’re coming out on the other side of whatever this is, although we still both feel like crap warmed over. Since Friday, really, we’ve been out of commission, and it’s getting to be a bit tiresome. The puffy eyes, the stuffed-up nose, the scratchy throat.

I must say, though, the hoarse voice thing has been a little sexy on The Tech Guru.

Too bad neither of us has enough energy to capitalize on it.

Tags: , , ,
Posted in The Bod, The Fam | No Comments »

Happy Birthday Punksin!

February 20th, 2008

Today is the Punksin’s birthday.  I have to tell you, it all feels rather anti-climactic to me, given the whole blowout weekend we just had.  I’m exhausted.

And I rebelled against sending her in with cake or cupcakes or cookies or anything this morning.  I mean, come on.  We just invited all these little twerps to her party on Sunday and now we have to recreate the festivities in the school building? No.  If she’d had a family-only party or just a few friends, I could see.  But every single one of those kids was invited, most of them showed up, and I’m done with them, okay?  Now, today, on the anniversary of the momentous day itself, she will celebrate at home with us, get some more unnecessary presents in a low-key environment, and that should be enough.

I almost caved.  I almost ran and bought cookies this morning for her to take in.  But I stuck to my guns.  This whole birthday madness has gotten way out of control and is so indicative of the fawning parenting that goes on these days.  Growing up, I had one party.  I could have had two, but when I turned 4 my mom bought me a cake and asked me if I wanted to take it to school or have it at home.  Of course my first thought was take it to school but then it occurred to me that my mother would be home all by herself not celebrating and that made me sad.  So we ate it at home.

I have never regretted that.

My next party was a surprise party when I turned 11.  For some reason that I cannot really put into words to this day, the whole thing made me very sad and I went into a back room and cried.  My family couldn’t understand why I was so down but to their credit, they let it be what it was.

That was it for parties, folks, until I threw myself one in college when I turned 21.  Needless to say, there was lots of alcohol.

Now, I don’t want to inflict unnecessary hardship on my child.  But she already has the diva complex – you should have seen her running around at her party, telling people “Okay, it’s time to sing happy birthday to me now!”

I was mortified. 

I celebrate my daughter because growing up, my mother went in the completely opposite direction, never sharing my accomplishments, even with our family.  Some of it I get now, as an adult - some of it, I realize, was to teach me not to be boastful.  Some of it was because excellence was expected of me so the attitude was why make a big to-do out of what should be normal?  And some of it was because even in our own family, there were those who would try to tear you down.  Because they weren’t doing better, they would scorn your attempts to be successful.  And the best way to prevent that was just not to let them know what the hell you were doing in the first place.

I get all of that now.  But still, I sometimes feel that, even if she hadn’t boasted about me to other people, my mom could have told me that she was proud of me, given my own self-confidence a boost.

So I try to do that with Punksin.  To let her know that I am proud of her, that I love her, that I’m happy when she’s doing well in school and being her bright irrepressible self.  She is truly a gem and I always want her to know that and I want her to believe it too.

Happy birthday to the best little girl in the world.

Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »

Next Page » -->